birds fall down upon
weighted wings they choose to fall
blindly into night

Target: 100 words
Written: 83 words, poem: Birds Fall

Read: Do The Fucking Work by GFDA (don't bother, pure tripe)
Comics: Wytches 1-4
Music: X Essentials by X

Happy New Year.  Beware the things you choose, but refuse to acknowledge that you allow.  The thing you don't pay attention to is the thing that drags you deep.